The heavy glass doors of Starlink Corporation whispered shut behind Evelyn, the sound swallowed by the cavernous, hushed lobby. The early morning light, still weak and watery, cast long, skeletal shadows across the polished marble floor, making the space feel more like a mausoleum than a bustling center of commerce.
Usually, this early hour held a sense of quiet anticipation, the calm before the storm of the workday. But today, for Evelyn, it felt heavy with foreboding, each click of her heels an echoing drumbeat of her own turbulent emotions.
She moved with a deliberate pace, her usual briskness tempered by a knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. She hadn’t slept well, the familiar landscape of her dreams invaded once again by the stark image of her father’s face, etched with a mi
